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“I can’t do this.” He groaned. “I can’t look at you. You’re so close to me, but I can’t touch you. I’m not allowed to kiss you. What’s the point? Why did you come?”

“Because I love you, Luca. I just want you to be happy, but if I’m only making things worse, then I’ll go. I’m sorry.” I turned away from him, but he caught my arm.

“Don’t do this to me again.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

His eyes bored into mine. “What we both want.”

We stared at each other for a few long moments, and then his lips crashed against mine. I nearly dropped the bottle and the bag that I was holding.

His kiss brought everything rushing back.

Actually, it only made my every feeling stronger.

I’d missed him so much.

And he’d missed me.

He pressed his forehead against mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Do you think you can forgive me?”

“I can try.” He pulled me with him through the door. “But I’m going to need a lot more than your apology.”

I placed the bottle and the bag on a counter in the foyer as he closed the door. We met in the middle, our lips finding their way back together. I wound my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist.

We tossed our clothes away somewhere on the way to his bedroom as we kept kissing. When he lowered me onto the bed, I was about to burn up from desire. He climbed on top of me, his lips brushing mine.

Then he moved down my body, his lips trailing a path down my collarbone as his hand cupped my breast, kneading.

I wound my fingers into his hair as he took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Clutching his hair tighter, I guided him to my other breast. His teeth lightly grazed me as he sucked and licked.

The fire between my legs was threatening to explode, so I pushed him down my body. A wicked smile crossed his face before he buried his head between my thighs.

His hands caressed my legs as he rubbed his nose against my opening, and then his tongue darted out and gave me a long, tentative lick.

I bucked my hips, and he slipped his tongue inside me, pushing in and out. He found my clit, teasing me and sucking gently until he spilled me over the edge.

My whole body vibrated with the sensation.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I choked out. “I want you inside me.”

We’d spent so much time apart that it seemed like an eternity, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside him. Maybe some other time, I’d be more patient.

But tonight, I wasn’t.

He pushed himself up and positioned himself between my legs. When the tip of him brushed my opening, we both groaned.

He slid inside me so slowly that I let out a growl of protest.

A smile broke out on his face, and then he quickened his moves, diving so deep inside me that my thoughts scattered.

He pumped into me, and I threw my head back, a moan tearing its way out of my throat.

Our bodies connected over and over again, uniting us.

Turning us into one.